Strange place, The Asylum.
This afternoon the wheelchair-bound residents were forced to listen to what might be the worst accordion performance ever. Go on play it. One minute and 14 seconds of agony.
Shortly after the accordion concert, the oenophiles retired to a private wine tasting.
I was invited to attend as a substitute. I behaved myself. And can report that one of the wines did have a faint smell of dirty ashtray. And another a whiff of acetone.
And, this evening Alexander Vindman is speaking to the residents.
It’s just weird. If you can get Col Vindman would it be too hard to get a better accordion player to entertain the elders?
That accordionist was awful.
Likening in it to torture